*~* What happened to all of my reviewers?!?! I'm starving for reviews here people!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Patricia C. Wrede, Mercedes Lackey, and Tamora Pierce own them.
In which Cimorene and Kazul are surprised by a young girl, a very large cat, and a blind man (who happens to be rather young himself) and many things happen as a result
(part 19)
Deep in the heart of the forest (but not the center!), dire deeds were being performed.
"You will give him to me you foolish plant!" Antorell yelled at the immense tree before him. This was not just any tree, this was the eldest tree, the first one to be planted in the plain that existed before the forest inhabited the space. This oak was the most powerful, the one that kept the field of magic in the forest steady, kept it from becoming evil.
Now this tree battled a wizard for the safety of a pure heart.
Antorell had started out by trying to cozen the tree into giving over the boy. He told it that he didn't want to harm him, he just wanted the boy to work with him. The tree saw through his paltry lies, however, and he had gotten impatient. Now a full out battle was on.
Antorell hurled yet another fireball at the tree and watched it be deflected by the tree's shield. He howled in rage and decided it was time to pull the ace out of his sleeve. He reached out for the power of his brothers from other worlds. He took power from Roger of Conté and the evil immortals in Tortall as well as power from the nodes of Valdemar and the lands near it. Charged with the energy of other worlds he shot a blast of pure power at the tree. Nothing appeared to happen.
Antorell got ready to send a second blast and then realized that nothing had happened. He had sent his blast sure enough, but the tree had not deflected it. Had he won? He decided to test the hypothesis. A fireball bloomed in his hand and shot toward the tree. The tree burst into flame. A moan seemed to go up from the forest as the tree burned.
With a malicious grin, the wizard quickly doused the flames (Wouldn't want to scorch the prize, would he?) and advanced on the charred oak.
An evil gleam was in his eye as he took a hatchet and (after sending out a magical probe) began to chop off the outer layers of the tree. Careful not to cut too deep, he continued chopping until his ax chopped into the hollow core of the ancient oak. Yes, he had found the key to establishing his superiority over all those who had laughed at him. His fellow wizards, the dragon king, and especially that annoying prick Cimmorene.
Yes, nobody would ever laugh at him again now.
~*~ Ooooo, ominous! More to come soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Patricia C. Wrede, Mercedes Lackey, and Tamora Pierce own them.
In which Cimorene and Kazul are surprised by a young girl, a very large cat, and a blind man (who happens to be rather young himself) and many things happen as a result
(part 19)
Deep in the heart of the forest (but not the center!), dire deeds were being performed.
"You will give him to me you foolish plant!" Antorell yelled at the immense tree before him. This was not just any tree, this was the eldest tree, the first one to be planted in the plain that existed before the forest inhabited the space. This oak was the most powerful, the one that kept the field of magic in the forest steady, kept it from becoming evil.
Now this tree battled a wizard for the safety of a pure heart.
Antorell had started out by trying to cozen the tree into giving over the boy. He told it that he didn't want to harm him, he just wanted the boy to work with him. The tree saw through his paltry lies, however, and he had gotten impatient. Now a full out battle was on.
Antorell hurled yet another fireball at the tree and watched it be deflected by the tree's shield. He howled in rage and decided it was time to pull the ace out of his sleeve. He reached out for the power of his brothers from other worlds. He took power from Roger of Conté and the evil immortals in Tortall as well as power from the nodes of Valdemar and the lands near it. Charged with the energy of other worlds he shot a blast of pure power at the tree. Nothing appeared to happen.
Antorell got ready to send a second blast and then realized that nothing had happened. He had sent his blast sure enough, but the tree had not deflected it. Had he won? He decided to test the hypothesis. A fireball bloomed in his hand and shot toward the tree. The tree burst into flame. A moan seemed to go up from the forest as the tree burned.
With a malicious grin, the wizard quickly doused the flames (Wouldn't want to scorch the prize, would he?) and advanced on the charred oak.
An evil gleam was in his eye as he took a hatchet and (after sending out a magical probe) began to chop off the outer layers of the tree. Careful not to cut too deep, he continued chopping until his ax chopped into the hollow core of the ancient oak. Yes, he had found the key to establishing his superiority over all those who had laughed at him. His fellow wizards, the dragon king, and especially that annoying prick Cimmorene.
Yes, nobody would ever laugh at him again now.
~*~ Ooooo, ominous! More to come soon!